DAVID 119
“How’s that feel… Davey?”
David grunted in pain. He was kneeling, and Brad had applied a modified full nelson on the big man. David’s arms were up and back, and Brad made sure that he was constantly being pulled back. Every time David tried to bend forward, Brad delivered a brutal jerk backwards.
“You don’t like it when you’re not in control, do you?”
David panted. A fine patina of sweat covered his skin.
“Ah ah ah! See, this, my friend, is called LOSING!” He leaned back. His muscular victim arched his back and yelled in pain. “And you’re gonna have to learn to live with it every now and then if you’re gonna wrestle on the pro circuit.”
“It’s not over yet!” David yelled. “I’m not done!”
“Yeah you are, Davey. And you wanna know why? Cuz the tip of my cock is poised right where I want it. And your ass cheeks are sweaty and slippery. And all I have to do is pull you back a little bit and my cock will slip in riiiiiight… there.” He nudged the crevasse with the tip of his cock.
“No!”
“Kiss it goodbye.”
“No! I’m not done!”
“You’re finished… loser.”
“Screw you!”
“I thought we went over that. That costs extra.”
David groaned.
“Hey,” Brad began. “If you’re like me, a full kneel cuts off the circulation in your legs. Big thighs can have their drawbacks. Of course, I’m comfortable. But you must be losing the feeling in your legs about now, huh?”
David jerked forward again.
Brad reared back, letting all his weight pull the big man into an arch. He jerked back on the huge arms.
“NO! Son of a b-”
“You’re getting tired. You can’t get out of this hold. I won, Dave. Fair and square. You ready to take your medicine?”
“Fuck you!”
Brad sighed. “Dude... I told you. That costs—”
“Shut up!”
Brad thrust his hips forward and wedged the head of his cock between the sweaty buttocks.
“No!” David clenched his butt cheeks together.
Brad laughed. “How long are you gonna be able to hold that, McAllister? You’re gonna get tired. I’m gonna feel them trembling. And then I’m gonna pull you back, inch by inch, and pound those pretty pillows of yours.”
David tried to catch his breath.
“I’m just doing it for your own good. It’ll just give you more motivation to try harder next time.”
David took in a huge breath and held it, readying himself for one all out pull forward.
“Hah. I think I can slip it in even with your ass clenched. I only wish my hands were free. I’d reach down and twist those nipples. You may be a little bit bigger and taller than me, but I’m the king of the mountain now. You had your turn.”
“Fuck you, Bradley!” And he pulled forward.
2004